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While Mr Prothero and Netta gazed admiringly, Mrs Prothero was off and returned with Shanno, Mal, and Tom the boy, who were all in a broad grin of delight at the arrival of their prime favourite, Owen. He, meanwhile, is in his element; begins with Lord Nelson again, and makes the whole party take turns.
There, go you? tell Shanno to tell your mother that I do be glad to see her, let her tak' care how she do refuse you again. Netta escaped with her note, and was soon succeeded by Mrs Prothero, who shook hands in a trembling, frightened way with Mrs Jenkins, who, on the contrary, strong in the consciousness of fortune and new apparel, was perfectly self-possessed. She began at once.
Where every one was usually so busy, so full of energy and spirit, there was more than a Sabbath calm. They were expecting some one, too, for Tom and Bill were looking down the road about every five minutes, whilst Shanno appeared now and again at the back door, and whispered 'Is he coming? to which a shake of the head was a constant reply.
In the course of that afternoon, a very well-dressed woman, in the deepest of sables, was seen going down the road to the farm. She went round through the garden to the glass-door, disdaining the yard, knocked a great many times, to the great astonishment, of Shanno, and was at last admitted, as Mrs Griffith Jenkins.
Off stalked the farmer in his passion, crying out in the passage, 'Shanno, come here! A servant girl quickly answered the summons. 'Where's that Irish vagabond? 'In Mr Owen's room, sir. Upstairs went the farmer, leaving Shanno grinning and saying, 'He, he, he'll do be turning her out very soon, she will, he, he.
I wish you would read the cookery book, and help your mother to take care of the house and dairy, instead of doing what's no good in the world. A loud knocking at the door interrupted a rather pert reply. 'Who on earth is that at this time of night? exclaimed the farmer, throwing down his paper. 'Shanno, called Mrs Prothero into the passage, 'ask who it is before you open the door.
As it was, the unwelcome visitor jumped aside, whilst the portly farmer tripped himself up by his own impetuosity, and fell upon the threshold. Mrs Prothero and Netta screamed, and Shanno took hold of the beggar's arm, to prevent his escape.
'Deet to goodness, and you do look very poorly, Netta, fach! said that worthy, 'Howel was telling me to see you, and to be giving you this note. Give you another to Shanno before I will be going away, and I will give it to my Howel. Annwyl! you shall be seeing my Howel, now; how he do look a horseback. Beauty seure! he do say you will have a horse, too.
As Shanno was very busy and very dirty, Mrs Prothero, during her preparations in the kitchen, was at a loss to know who was to wait if anything was wanted. Gladys chanced to be there, and said modestly, 'If I could do, ma'am, I would soon make myself neat in Miss Prothero's gown; and if I might just take in the tray instead of you.
Mr Jones asked for tea in preference to cwrw da, and he and Gladys were enjoying it, whilst Mr Prothero chose the good home-brewed. Eggs and bacon, cold meat, and most tempting butter were upon the table, and Mrs Prothero was acting waitress and hostess at the same time. Shanno appeared with the note, delicately held by the corner between her finger and thumb.
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